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Where on earth is the remote Yasaka no Mikoto, the one we should worship and worship?

Controlled by civilization, faith is in the autumn sky

Still, he's a god, so we'll stop whining and work hard to understand him, the entertainment of the town

That's true...rather than swearing to fate and wishing for him,

God has his own convenience, and if we lose faith, it's over immediately

It's not easy, risking one's life doesn't exist

Practice mode

If you give him grace and respect, his character will change

Back to basics from such a materialistic thinking

If it's a one-way faith, it's a new religion and it's progressing

It's absurd to abandon the gods, and the current situation of the meaning of existence is unknown

But there's no popularity, and the shrine will fall into ruin and suffering

Whipping the fragility and withering, the crows gather again tonight

Offerings without noise, no idea of ​​the future, kicking away the boundary line Details of my lineage and appearance are unknown.

People don't come near me like this, and it's an honor that gets in the way of a clue to hope.

I put away the things I want to say, and the requirements and issues that continue to pile up.

No matter how much I wish for it, a selfish thought appears.

Never give up.

Because it's a small thing, my important feelings are always at the door.

Turn it away, it's a difficult question to see, but it's a small thing to me.

Go away.

What face will you show now? Even consulting is a joke.

So what should we do? The first solution is to wipe it away without any connection. A rare festival that is like a miracle, more than a worship.

Drink and make noise, party up forever.

The sound of the festival music swaying, everyone is excited and singing, tonight is a free-for-all.

Hearing rumors on the wind, an unusual parade of one hundred demons begins. Everyone forgets their position and makes noise, and the ancient battlefield is bathed in sunlight.

The eternal banquet continues for many nights, but the people gathered are different. Carrying melancholy

Dancing away even the forgotten memories, I realize it's already morning, and now the Gensokyo becomes a party where we lose track of time

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Song: WARABE MATSURI by TAMAONSEN

The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.

Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream

The dream is different, the illusory crimson mansion is revealed on the bloodless stone of the world, the fairy tale of the ancient, beautiful capital is revealed in the white daylight of the fading city.

I'm swept away by the currents of everyday life, I'm trapped by resignation, and my attachments that I can't let go of are taking away my freedom.

When I recall the days of old, I remember the dreams of a child, the windmill, how many years have passed since then?

In a dream, a flickering will-o'-the-wisp appears in a cavern of earth. The world is on a dead-end road. In a dream, the elegance of an ancient demon messenger appears. In the white day, the city is distorted.

Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream

The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.

I'm swept away by the currents of everyday life, I'm trapped by resignation, and my attachments that I can't let go of are taking away my freedom.

When I recall the days of old, I remember the dreams of a child, the windmill, how many years have passed since then?

In a dream, a flickering will-o'-the-wisp appears in a cavern of earth. The world is on a dead-end road. In a dream, the elegance of an ancient demon messenger appears. In the white day, the city is distorted.

Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream

The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.

Beautiful dreams, lovely dreams. A dream in full bloom brings me to tears. In this world where foolish tricks, shameful tricks, and cunning tricks are rampant, I can only embrace limitless dreams, endless dreams.

Crossing the border that separates here and there